This week has made me smile. The preternaturally bright sun has elected to light up the Edinburgh streets once more, making me glad to wander them, watching people pass by and wondering where they're off to in such a hurry. Clients have showered me with lovely presents, and Fred loves me. Even if I did have to pay her. Furthermore, my estranged partner has decided that he's moving back to the UK in time for his birthday next year, we're buying houses next month (perhaps plural) and going on holiday the month after. Yay for quality time. Long time coming.
I hear back about my job with rockstar next week too.
And Leslie's going to take me surfing.
All is well.
10-May-06 at 11:00 pm | Permalink
I hear ya. It looked and felt like summer this evening- and Ashton Lane was like a festival of sun. I love my life- why does it have to end soon?
11-May-06 at 7:28 pm | Permalink
> why does it have to end soon?
That’s the spirit!
11-May-06 at 7:52 pm | Permalink
Think I had a bit much beer n sun yesterday : ) I just mean my life will change when I get a full time job (yes I know that's life). You can't really do things on a whim. Except, well, quit yer job.
And, if we're being philosophical, I will have to die eventually.
16-May-06 at 6:45 pm | Permalink
Yeah, you had to pay me. But look at the love… A text message and a mention on the good ol’ livejournal.
Life, post-dissertation, is a little dull. Revision makes me want to jump off the pier, and so I shall waste time hanging out in bed with my laptop. Or a lady. Mmyes.
Speak soon my farfarawaywife x
17-May-06 at 9:47 am | Permalink
I didn’t receive any text message. Huff.
This sex map you drew.. Were all the ‘A’ roads pointed in your direction?
I’m just jealous. I have the hornig.
18-May-06 at 1:24 am | Permalink
You didn’t receive a text message? Then something is wrong in the world, for I definitely sent it. It said:
“Bean, you rock my world. You’re awesome. And i shall certainly bitchslap anyone who claims tis not legal tender. And I’ll tell them it’s from you : )”
So there. And this sex map certainly had me in the middle. Only because those are the connections I know best…
Don’t be jealous. Seriously. There is nothing to be jealous of. Nothing at all. Dammit.